metaphor

Don't bother flattering me with your Fancy font Full of holy smoke And deliberation About who did or didn't need A penal implant Sacred substitution For what? The cosmic garden Fertilized with human shit? Good Lord, Tired of being your whore Bleeding love from Slit wrists and I's Owe. Ewe. Mi. Bloodshot Dry The silent…Read more Cut

The nocturnal hours of the weekend were spent watching other people stumble around in fog and chaos on the cliffs of Mendocino. There's something about Hill House and the coastal streets, radically planted with succulents, nasturtiums and gargantuan purple kale that seduces the stress out of my body, clearing any worldly residue with gusts of…Read more Pied Shag Piper

Let the midnight special Shine a light on me. Let the midnight special Shine a ever-lovin' light on me- Lead Belly The dream wasn't about a train at first. Regardless, repetitive lyrics drowned out any dialogue as if my subconscious were dictating a script. The Midnight Special was a train that used to pass by…Read more Midnight Special

The mint mouthwash and vitamin C On Sunday mornings signified Return to cinder On the burning street They'd take her food, sleep, peace Possibilities She'd come to collect in the blaring porch light gathering plastic baggage Under the stares And familiar scent of a cold cheek Everything we store away must be addressed Return to…Read more Cardboard Box

“Well, I never heard it before, but it sounds uncommon nonsense.” -Lewis Carroll He'd come into my office to tell me what I already knew, like always. Keeping the course of action I'd planned to myself, I let him ramble on about how some other department had already staked claim over the dollars. Losing control,…Read more I Can’t Say, Really